I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

“Ancestor, the disciple has a different opinion.”

Lu Xuan, seeing Ancestor Tianhai’s reaction, remained calm.

“Indeed, by a stroke of luck, I obtained the Taixu Sword Body—a heavenly opportunity—granting me unparalleled sword dao talent, yet compared to my talent with spirit plants, it still falls short.”

The Taixu Sword Body, even within the Sword Sect, was extremely rare. However, his insight into the details of spirit plants, and the light cluster rewards reaped after maturity, were unique in the world.

“Good, with such understanding, no wonder you could improve and produce a new variety of sixth-grade sword grass.”

Ancestor Tianhai’s gaze bore a hint of approval.

Indeed, for the Dongxuan Sword Sect, sword dao geniuses were common, but a spirit plant genius like Lu Xuan was the first since the sect’s founding.

“We’ll discuss the specific candidates with other fellow disciples.”

Leaving these words behind, he and Ancestor Suyue entered a void space.

Under the expectant or tense gazes of the crowd, they quickly reappeared.

“The results of this True Sword Disciple selection will be announced by me.”

“Zhuo Yue from Chongxu Sword Peak, Xu Yuntao from Pure Yang Sword Summit, Qi Zhou from Qingwei Sword Peak, Lei Feipeng from Purple Cloud Sword Peak, and Lu Xuan from Huanzhen Sword Peak, congratulations on being selected.”

The other ten need not be discouraged; a flowing river doesn’t rush, but endures in its ceaseless flow. Your talents are one in a million, and on the path of cultivation, immortality and the great dao are both possible prospects. Surpassing these five true sword disciples, or even us, the old folks, is not out of the question in the future.”

Ancestor Tianhai spoke slowly.

Subsequently, the ten were sent back to the Sword Palace, while Lu Xuan and the other four remained on-site.

“Disciple Lu, this is a split form of mine to converse with you individually, the same goes for the other four.”

“Yes, Ancestor, I understand.”

Lu Xuan reined in his inner joy, replying respectfully.

“Since you’ve become the second true sword disciple of Huanzhen Sword Peak, from now on, you must hold yourself to strict standards, abide by the sect’s rules and regulations, and set an example.”

“Besides, you also enjoy the rights of a true sword disciple, eligible to train in the Dongxuan Realm, and the Sword Sect’s Treasury Vault and Scripture Treasury Pavilion are further open to you. You could even acquire ninth-grade treasures or divine transformation level cultivation techniques and divine skills from them.”

“Seventh and eighth grade treasures go without saying.”

“Naturally, these treasures are not provided to you unconditionally or without limit. Apart from the benefits you receive upon selection, there will be certain restrictions later.”

“I will remember it well.”

Lu Xuan quickly affirmed.

“Ancestor, if I may, does the Treasure Vault contain ninth-grade sword grass?”

Seizing the momentum of his recent selection and Ancestor Tianhai’s favor, he asked proactively.

“You rascal, true to the rumors, always fixated on rare spirit seeds.”

Ancestor Tianhai chuckled lightly.

“The heart of Heart Sword Lake within the sect and the Dongxuan Realm are supreme sword qi spiritual lands. The high-grade sword grass spirit seeds within the sect are birthed from these spiritual lands themselves.”

“An eighth-grade sword grass spirit seed might not appear even in a hundred years. As for the ninth grade, it’s beyond scarce.”

“Each ninth-grade sword grass spirit seed requires incredibly demanding conditions to be nurtured, often needing nourishment from various rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and might require assistance from a divinity transformation cultivator to be born.”

“However, I happen to know there’s one in the Sword Palace’s collection, and only us few old folks have the authority to dispose of it. Do you truly desire it?”

Ancestor Tianhai’s tone held a strong allure.

“Ancestor, you know me.”

Lu Xuan swallowed silently, his longing for the ninth-grade sword grass spirit seed evident.

“Hahaha, your contributions to the Sword Sect are almost equivalent to ours among the old folks, and you’re skilled at cultivating high-grade sword grass. That ninth-grade sword grass spirit seed wouldn’t be wasted in your hands.”

Ancestor Tianhai was deeply impressed by the Annihilation Absolute Sword Grass Lu Xuan had just wielded.

“We, among the old guys, no longer have the time or energy to cultivate ninth-grade sword grass, so I’ll take the liberty to hand that spirit seed over to you.”

Ancestor Tianhai reached deeply into the void, and immediately, a transparent small sword spirit seed appeared in his hand, with spiritual light flowing on its surface, seemingly containing the principles of the great dao.

“As for the specific variety and cultivation method of the spirit seed, I am also unsure, requiring you to explore on your own.”

“That’s no issue; I happen to have a natural affinity for all kinds of spirit plants and only need to explore a bit before starting cultivation.”

Taking the spirit seed with both hands, Lu Xuan said confidently.

“Go then.”

Ancestor Tianhai waved him off, and Lu Xuan felt the world spin; when clarity returned, he found himself in the depths of the Sword Palace.

“This selection of true sword disciples was rather simple and straightforward, with no sparring among fellow disciples, and no elaborate fanfare necessary.”

Lu Xuan murmured, gazing at the transparent small sword spirit seed in his hand, feeling a sense of surrealism.

“Ninth-grade sword grass spirit seed…”

In his heart, he eagerly anticipated the sword grass spirit seed.

Based on past cultivation experiences, when sword grass matures, it often yields exceedingly rare treasure items from the light clusters, especially at the ninth-grade level, the richness of the rewards is unimaginable.

“Congratulations, Senior Brother!”

“Senior Brother has become the new generation true sword disciple, so you must prepare enough spirit brew and spirit fruits for a proper celebration.”

Along the way, the elders of the Sword Palace, already knowing the results, offered their congratulations to Lu Xuan.

“You flatter me; all fellow disciples are welcome to come to Lu Mou’s cave abode when the time comes.”

Lu Xuan smiled as he replied, and hurried back to his cave abode.

Arriving at the center of the sword grass spirit field, he eagerly placed the transparent small sword spirit seed into the spirit soil.

Focusing his mind on it, a thought flashed quickly through his sea of consciousness.